Rachel DeVore Fogarty

Small

I never missed stars
until I felt their absence.
Here, the horizon is
littered with skyscrapers
and strung with windows
of perfect symmetry,
Millions of piercing electric eyes
much too close to resemble
the distant pinpricks of galaxies
whose red planets, not yet seen,
await discovery.
Although an edifice of masoned stone may
overwhelm with size and power
perhaps it is more real to feel small
under an expansive night sky
among the rooted switchgrass on the lonely prairie
where space does what it does,
to see that even what we know of stars
is not beautiful enough.

Rachel DeVore Fogarty is a freelance musician, composer and poet in Astoria, NY.  Her poetry will appear this fall in Ancient Paths, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, and Transcend: A Literary Magazine.